Post by prongs on Jan 1, 2007 16:54:56 GMT -5
Something about waking up at inhumane hours on a Saturday to play Quidditch was appealing to one James Potter. So even on a chilly Saturday he was up before Sirius Remus and Peter who were sound asleep. He changed as quietly as he could and before creeping out of the room he snatched up his broom and dashed down the stairs. He doubted that the rest of the team was up either but they would meet him there. Pushing his way through the portrait hiding the Gryffindor common room he looked around, no one was up not even Peeves was in sight. He decided that his first stop would be the kitchens...after all playing on an empty stomach wasn't wise.
After taking a small bag of food from the kitchen elves (who were extremely happy to see Master Potter again) he head out to the pitch. Looking in the bag he smiled, the elves had become the Marauder's partners in crime helping them by providing food for the parties when using the map was dangerous. The elves has given him an apple, two pieced of buttered toast and a baglike canteen of juice, he chuckled and throwing his broom over his left shoulder he pocketed to the bag in his Quidditch robes drawing out the apple and taking a bite. He reached the pitch as the sun was high in the air shining brightly despite of the bite in the air.
James headed first for the locker room where he ate the rest of his breakfast. Grabbing the rest of his gear he brought out the Gryffindor box contain the two bludgers, one quaffle, and the snitch. James looked around his teammates were probably at breakfast, so bringing out the Quaffles was pointless without his other chasers...Instead James reached for the snitch and mounted his broom. He released the ball and counted to ten. At ten he kicked off from the ground and rushed into the air. When he was level with the goals he began to look for the little golden ball. When he finally located it the chase began...he wasn't going after it to catch it right away but he wanted the maneuvering workout the snitch could give. After ten minutes of loops, sprints, and dives he caught it triumphantly.
Looking over at the stands by the locker rooms his saw a figure. Even with his glasses he couldn't tell who it was from his distance, so he decided to see who was watching him. Speeding toward the stands he came closer enough to see who it was. He was smiling but in his shock at who it was he stopped a little to hard and slipped forward on his broom grabbing the handle hard he steadied himself he breathed a sigh of relief and looked up.
"It's a bit early don't you think?"
After taking a small bag of food from the kitchen elves (who were extremely happy to see Master Potter again) he head out to the pitch. Looking in the bag he smiled, the elves had become the Marauder's partners in crime helping them by providing food for the parties when using the map was dangerous. The elves has given him an apple, two pieced of buttered toast and a baglike canteen of juice, he chuckled and throwing his broom over his left shoulder he pocketed to the bag in his Quidditch robes drawing out the apple and taking a bite. He reached the pitch as the sun was high in the air shining brightly despite of the bite in the air.
James headed first for the locker room where he ate the rest of his breakfast. Grabbing the rest of his gear he brought out the Gryffindor box contain the two bludgers, one quaffle, and the snitch. James looked around his teammates were probably at breakfast, so bringing out the Quaffles was pointless without his other chasers...Instead James reached for the snitch and mounted his broom. He released the ball and counted to ten. At ten he kicked off from the ground and rushed into the air. When he was level with the goals he began to look for the little golden ball. When he finally located it the chase began...he wasn't going after it to catch it right away but he wanted the maneuvering workout the snitch could give. After ten minutes of loops, sprints, and dives he caught it triumphantly.
Looking over at the stands by the locker rooms his saw a figure. Even with his glasses he couldn't tell who it was from his distance, so he decided to see who was watching him. Speeding toward the stands he came closer enough to see who it was. He was smiling but in his shock at who it was he stopped a little to hard and slipped forward on his broom grabbing the handle hard he steadied himself he breathed a sigh of relief and looked up.
"It's a bit early don't you think?"